Last Friday was an extremely busy day at the office - finishing up a very busy work week.
By 9:30 am - It had Become a "grind day" - that day you grind to get everything done for everybody else but accomplish nothing you need to do for your self..
At 10:15 my Customs Broker called to let me know US Customs had cleared my coffee shipment in a day instead of the normal three days - apparently they needed the room for all the toys and merchandise coming in from China.
She suggested I needed to pick it up without fail.
So after striking out and all the U- haul stores I called my friend Mike to see if I could use one of his vans.
Mike, the Saint he is, runs Divine Resources, a ministry that feeds dozens of shelters around metro Atlanta - everyday for free.
He of course replied I am going downtown anyway so yes I can certainly help you pick up your coffee.
Shortly he picked me up in his extended Econoline "Cheech and Chong" van - overly stuffed with food.
Mike replied - " Can You Believe Trader Joes gave me 200 gallons of Milk?" I replied " Mike what are we going to do with 200 gallons of milk?" Where are we going to take 3 tons of food".
I was wishing I hadn't told the office I would be back by 200.
We stopped at " My Sisiter's Place - an outreach program for homeless moms and children in downtown Atlanta, where Mike assured me they would take all the food to feed their 85 families.
Unfortunately after we unloaded 1/3 of the van we had filled up all their storage.
Now what I asked Mike - we still got 150 gallons of milk and 2/3 of a van.
The director there suggested we go around the corner to their "twin shelter"- the shelter for homeless men, which we didn't know about and she says is often forgotten.
So we pulled up to " My Brother's House" and the Director actually thought we were pulling his leg about all the food until he looked in our van.
I will never forget the joy in his eyes when he say all that food and milk.
We haven't had any milk here in months - they are going to love you guys.
Unfortunately we don't have a loading dock so you will have to tote the food down the hall; down the stairs, through the dining hall and back to the kitchen.
But we can take it all.
This is truly amazing.
" So several volunteers and I started off by carryingcrates of milk to the kitchen.
All the house guests were gathered in the dining hallsitting, reading and talking.
When they saw us and the milk - we got a standing ovation and more hugs than I can count.
Those hugs of joy were overwhelming - all for a simple glass of milk.
Needless to say I didn't get home with my coffee until way after 900 pm; but it no longer mattered.
This Holiday season - please take the time to help and share with a complete stranger.
I'm telling you - you just can't beat those hugs of sheer joy.
Even if your friend pushes you into doing it.
By 9:30 am - It had Become a "grind day" - that day you grind to get everything done for everybody else but accomplish nothing you need to do for your self..
At 10:15 my Customs Broker called to let me know US Customs had cleared my coffee shipment in a day instead of the normal three days - apparently they needed the room for all the toys and merchandise coming in from China.
She suggested I needed to pick it up without fail.
So after striking out and all the U- haul stores I called my friend Mike to see if I could use one of his vans.
Mike, the Saint he is, runs Divine Resources, a ministry that feeds dozens of shelters around metro Atlanta - everyday for free.
He of course replied I am going downtown anyway so yes I can certainly help you pick up your coffee.
Shortly he picked me up in his extended Econoline "Cheech and Chong" van - overly stuffed with food.
Mike replied - " Can You Believe Trader Joes gave me 200 gallons of Milk?" I replied " Mike what are we going to do with 200 gallons of milk?" Where are we going to take 3 tons of food".
I was wishing I hadn't told the office I would be back by 200.
We stopped at " My Sisiter's Place - an outreach program for homeless moms and children in downtown Atlanta, where Mike assured me they would take all the food to feed their 85 families.
Unfortunately after we unloaded 1/3 of the van we had filled up all their storage.
Now what I asked Mike - we still got 150 gallons of milk and 2/3 of a van.
The director there suggested we go around the corner to their "twin shelter"- the shelter for homeless men, which we didn't know about and she says is often forgotten.
So we pulled up to " My Brother's House" and the Director actually thought we were pulling his leg about all the food until he looked in our van.
I will never forget the joy in his eyes when he say all that food and milk.
We haven't had any milk here in months - they are going to love you guys.
Unfortunately we don't have a loading dock so you will have to tote the food down the hall; down the stairs, through the dining hall and back to the kitchen.
But we can take it all.
This is truly amazing.
" So several volunteers and I started off by carryingcrates of milk to the kitchen.
All the house guests were gathered in the dining hallsitting, reading and talking.
When they saw us and the milk - we got a standing ovation and more hugs than I can count.
Those hugs of joy were overwhelming - all for a simple glass of milk.
Needless to say I didn't get home with my coffee until way after 900 pm; but it no longer mattered.
This Holiday season - please take the time to help and share with a complete stranger.
I'm telling you - you just can't beat those hugs of sheer joy.
Even if your friend pushes you into doing it.
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